On Saturday evening, my fella and I went hare shooting, of the photographic variety. We knew exactly where to go, as we’d often spotted hares there as we were driving past. Sure enough, almost as soon as we got out of the car we started seeing hares, and to our great delight we also saw some boxing, as they are apt to do in March. Unfortunately, we weren’t able to get very close before they sniffed us out and ran away. Luckily, my fella’s camera is a good’n, so he was able to get these lovely shots (as well as the money-shot above).




Speaking of lagomorphs, yesterday we found a distressed bunny on the side of the road who was ridden with myxomatosis. We moved him somewhere more comfortable and let nature take its course, which mercifully didn’t take long. We left him to have one last night under the stars and then gave him a good send off today.



Along with all my hare-fancying and rabbit-burying, I have been painting Manx cats. According to local folklore, Manx cats, which are unique to the Isle of Man, came about due to the mating of a hare and a cat, which is said to be evident in their no or stumpy tails and elongated legs, which gives them a hoppity gait. I think they’ll be a good addition to the paintings, as they, like hares, also suffer from bone/joint related aliments. Plus, who doesn’t like the odd cat in a painting.



























